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By SARAH ROBERTS WALLBAUM 

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ILLUSTRATIONS 

BY 

ALFRED JUERGENS 



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Copyright 1912 

by Sarah Roberts IVallbau) 



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j|[S there anything more glorious, 
Is there anything more grand, 
Than to stand within Thy Palace. 
Lighted only by Thy hand? 



On Thy walls hang wondrous paintings, 

Varied colors rich and rare; 
Human hand has ne'er been able 

To portray the beauties there. 



And Thy richly studded ceiling, 
With its precious jewel stars,- 

Venus in her stately setting, 

Throwing love-light out to Mars. 



With Thy opalescent moonbeams 
All ag:low with heavenly Li§:ht,- 

Oh, how g;rand and Oh, how §;lorious! 
Is the palace of the night. 



Thy floor so richly covered 

With its soft dark velvet grass, 

Free, for one and all to traverse, 
Free, for one and all to pass. 



'Tis a palace all can enter, 

Not for royalty alone, 
^Tis ruled by the King of justice, 

On a throne not made of stone. 



Oh, the g:randeur of Thy beauties! 

Oh, the majesty of might! 
Blazoned forth within Thy Palace, 

The palace of the night. 



g^tanb f orlrr at ll|c Soor of C!;I]0U9l|l 

g'tand Porter at the Door of Thought! 
And welcome only those 

o build the Kingdom from within, 
And eive the Soul repose. 



g^AID the Demon of Hate 
To the Angel of Love, 

What is all this talk 
About God from above? 



The King; of my Kingdom 

Is Monarch of all, 
And can sway the whole world 

With wormwood and gall. 



He has blast'd the castles 
And poison'd the hearts 

Of men the world over, 
With fiery darts. 



He has cover'd the fields 
Where lilies have grown, 

With blood from your heroes 
And laugh 'd at their moan. 



He has planted despair 
In the hearts of the young, 

And started them downward 
With venomous tongue. 



He has taken the great, 
He has taken the small, 

And lockd them in dungeon 
With chain and with ball. 



Ha! Angel of Love, 

We have proved to you this,- 
Ruler of Paradise 

And Heavenly bliss. 



^aid the Ang;el of Love, 
To the Demon of Hate, 

Thou art Error's disguise, 
In the blackest state. 



My God is Omnipotent, 
Eternal and Right, 

He Illumines the World 
With Infinite Light. 



He has lifted the fallen 
He has heal'd the maimed. 

And started them upward 
With courage regfain'd. 



He has wip'd away tears, 
He has quieted moan, 

And planted the Lilies 

Where Thistles have grown. 



He has heal'd the sting 
Of your venomous tongue, 

And gladdened the hearts 
Of old, and of young. 



He has open'd the doors 

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Of your Dungeons of Night, 
And freed your chain'd inmates 
With Truth and with Lig-ht. 



He is ruler of earth, 
Of wind and of sea, 

And made man in his image 
True, God-like and free. 



Yea, black Demon of Hate, 
Thou art Error's disguise. 

The serpent of Eden, 
A phantom that dies. 



love the Greatest fertilizer 
3s Omnipotent, and so 
(ttan make the frailest flower, 
miossom like the Golden Glow. 



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jME stood at the window watching, 

Awaiting the birth of day, 
While the Queen of night 
Receded from sight 
'Neath a cloud of sombre gray. 

And the stars were fast retiring 

To their Celestial beds; 
They had watched all night 
With twinkling light 

And were nodding their sleepy heads, 

Slowly King Light was appearing, 
Painting the Heavens with rose;- 

He had studied apart 

With the Master of Art 

In the Holy Realm of Repose. 



Then Lo! in wondrous beauty, 
Bursts forth the Dawn so bright! 

The King- of Day 

Had sent Night away 
And flooded the world with Light. 

We thank thee, O God, for the Sunrise 
We thank thee for the birth of day;- 

And may we be led 

By the Master who said 
''Lo, I am with thee alway." 



^/jTIS false, My friends, 

That I come no more 
I am still knocking:, 
Outside your door. 

If you'll but open 

And let me in,- 
'Tis never too late 

To Wake and Beg:in. 



I bring to you gems 
From, my Golden Store, 

If youll but listen 
And open your door. 



Awake, my friends, 

And let me in! 
'Tis never loo late 

To Wake and Beg"in. 



JTorget the dark days with their clouds, 
Hith their storms of hardship and g:rief ; 
5Io recall them lessens the sunshine, 
Olhat falls on today's Golden Sheaf. 



inn t to four (Ennragr Mane 

iON'T let your courage wane, 

There's a turn to every lane; 

Just keep g:oin§: with your face toward the sun, 

No matter what they say 

Just keep e:oing- on your way 

And some day victory you 11 have won. 



(jjhere's plenty w^ho will laud, 

And plenty whoMl applaud, 

AYhen endeavors have been crowned with success 

But there's one who's always near, 

One who offers Love and Cheer, 

Trust and Know and your efforts he will bless. 








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